I am not on my last leg.
But I have got a deep silence in me right now.
An abiding one.
This stupid blog has given me, and continues to give me, a great deal of pleasure. I like the folks that come by. I like the company.
For a man who can scarcely tolerate the presence of other human beings, it is a kind of blessing.
And I know my refusal to hold up my end of the bargin is a betrayal.
It is my hope you will forgive it.
Despite my silence, I think of you daily. I think of you, specifically, going about the motions of your day and living and breathing in the heady scent of your own true lives. I am glad of you, the way you hang in there, the way you nurture your courage for the dark hours, the kindnesses you show to those around you who depend on them, and more so to those who don’t even know what you do.
It feels sometimes that we have been gathering around fires in the darkness for millions and millions of years, we small few.
We band of oddballs.
Know that I would spend myself in defense of you.
Know that I would exact a mighty cost from those that would harm you.
Know this as well:
There are many, many like me.
I love, though I fail at it.
In the end, love.
Love is all.